Your days of abusing him are going to stop

Your son came to school today with a bloody lip and a black eye.
He said you did it and then he started to cry.
After I talked to him, I called the cops.
Your days of abusing him are going to stop.
This abuse was brought to my attention by the school nurse.
He's going to be put in a foster home before the abuse gets worse.

(Even though this poem is fictional, many children are abused. If you know of a child being abused, please call the police.)